It all started with those two in the picture. Some days I wanted to show them to the whole world. Other days… well, if you’re a parent, you understand. But every day I have loved them.
Loving them, I wanted to teach them everything that God would expect of them when they were grown, but at the same time, I had no desire to force them to endure family and religious traditions that served no useful purpose. Some of my friends and colleagues were leaving the churches they had been raised in opting to teach their children the less restrictive traditions found in most mainstream churches.
So, what was I to do? Continue on the path generations of Ellingsworths had traveled, or sign up with those who were choosing different routes?
I went back to the Bible to see if what I had been taught was correct, and if so, was necessary. For instance, why did the apostles care about a woman’s appearance? What difference does it make?